This is a song about "Left"

Friend after friend left me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And i'm left for the corrections,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

All the people you left behind.

Got an independent business mind

'till there's nothin' left.

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I seem to love these whips - a white

Left her outta the limelight

Say bye bye to her

I left for one summer,

That left ya without hope

Then later we can elope

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits